Chapter Fifteen
OLIVIA
I’m forcing myself to walk in front of Maverick because I’m so damn embarrassed by what Rachel said. My cheeks are hot, and I’m flustered.
A delicate flower? I roll my eyes thinking about it. For someone who’s so eloquent with words, she could’ve used a better descriptor. Me and delicate don’t go together, and I take pride in having my s**t together, regardless if I’m forcing it half the time. Not to mention, Maverick doesn’t look at me any differently from the way he looks at Rachel’s readers. I would know; I caught myself watching him a little too often today. He’s an absolute natural around people, giving them the attention they desire from him. There wasn’t one woman who left his presence feeling less than. So she’s just looking into it too deeply, searching f
